. . . commonplace, ordinary, everyday

22 July 2015

Futhi Ntshingila, Do Not Go Gentle

- Her soul folded and nestled in a hard shell that formed in her breast. In her mind, she erased her predator from life, sending lightning to suck out all his life force, leaving him as a dried-up lifeless scarecrow in the fields. -

- Mvelo had not known that graveyards were busiest in the dead of the night. -

- Nokuzola could not afford running shoes and, like the other Zola, she loved to feel the ground with her feet. She developed a relationship with the grass, or the soil, or the tarmac wherever she was competing. Her feet communicated with the ground. -

- Newshounds were right on cue with cameras, notepads and the same tired questions for the mother in pain. 'How do you feel about your son dying in a burning shack?'-

- The problem for him was that he was a man being supported by a woman. For the first time in his life he felt the fears of women who had to depend on men. He began to understand why women would do anything to keep their men. -